I'll have you lookin from under your cap like a bottle of sprite
digest my words cause it's the only way you swallow delight
i'm hear to teach you, so for today i'll use the board and chalk you up nice
only reason you'd make a tight cut, is if i brought a the knife
i'll twist these mic wires to a dna helix and show what you made of
you takin' rhymes, so how you gon' beat me with shit you didn't make up
cause i spit simplistic art, took away the beat when i ripped his heart
whent a capella and inflcited sparks so he'd light up when he's stripped apart
cause i'll only way you'd rip the sheets is if you shred the paper
since thasarap! it's over, you rubbin blood staines on rhymes...like a red easer

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